Julie's company had a reception last night at the St. Louis Ritz-Carlton. She'd been working their conference since 5:45 yesterday morning, and the plan was for me to stop in for nibbles at the reception, then take her home at 9:30pm. Since the price of a return ticket plus a one-way ticket on Metrolink is cheaper than parking at the Ritz (and a whole lot more pleasant), I got myself gussied up and hopped on the train at Shrewsbury.
I hadn't been in the Forsyth station, yet. It's beautiful.